Qiankun token Qiankun Ding, in charge of Qiankun, can also reverse Qiankun, it was originally a magic weapon refined by the Emperor of Heaven, and it was given to the weakest of the five sons of the Terran Emperor, just to balance the cultivation strength among the five sons.
The spiritual power and divine consciousness required to refine such an immortal weapon are extraordinary, and if the cultivation is insufficient, you have to do your best, if it is an ordinary magic weapon, after you do your best, it is just a failure of the sacrifice, but how can the interruption of the sacrifice of the magic weapon refined by the Emperor of Heaven be a simple failure Just like the sacrificial refining of the immortal weapon, as long as all the spiritual power of the sacrificial cultivator is withdrawn, it is a backlash, and the sacrificial refiner will be devoured into the instrument spirit of the immortal weapon, and the same is true for the Qiankun Ding, after extracting all the mana, the sacrificial cultivator will be dragged into the ding from the body to the soul.
Ayasu looked at Zhang Xiaohan in surprise, Zhang Xiaohan is not an ordinary female cultivator without knowledge, she should know the consequences of pouring all her spiritual power to refine immortal weapons, she looked at Zhang Xiaohan with an expressionless face, and she didn't understand where Zhang Xiaohan's confidence came from.
Did she think that with Zi Bing standing next to her, she would be able to stop the backlash of the immortal weapon Zhang Xiaohan looked at Qiankun Ding indifferently, channeling all the colorless spiritual power in her body into Qiankun Ding, watching the green mangs of Qiankun Ding being suppressed, watching her own essence blood and divine consciousness penetrate into Qiankun Ding, she saw the inscriptions in Qiankun Ding, those strange and completely unfamiliar fonts, she had not really completed the sacrifice, she just suppressed Qiankun Ding, and Qiankun Ding had not yet recognized the master.
She was in a trance, this is an immortal weapon, how can the immortal weapon refined by the Emperor of Heaven be cultivated by ordinary people, but she knows a little bit in her heart, she can't be regarded as an ordinary person now.
What is she, her body is still the body of human cultivation, but the aura has the purple qi inherited by the Heavenly Clan, and the demonic qi cultivated by the immortal body of the Demon Realm, there is a divine sense from the ancient monks in the sea of consciousness, and her body also bears the cause and effect from the ancient and the present, where can she be regarded as an ordinary monk.
Therefore, she can also sacrifice this immortal weapon, using the five elements spiritual power of her own cultivation.
The colorless spiritual power slowly penetrated into the entire Qiankun Ding, Zhang Xiaohan was no longer able to convey the spiritual power in the past, and the meridians were empty for a moment, but soon another spiritual power filled them.
The purple qi flowed slowly, slowly fading in the meridians, but no matter how light it was, it could not become completely colorless and transparent.
The colorless spiritual power finally completely invaded the Qiankun Ding, and the Qiankun Ding finally lit up with a green light, and then contracted extremely quickly, Zhang Xiaohan's gaze rose slightly, looking at the Qiankun Ding, the Qiankun Ding suddenly flickered, and rushed straight towards Zhang Xiaohan.
In everyone's eyes, the speed of Qiankun Ding is extremely fast, and it is not enough to describe it in an instant, but in Zhang Xiaohan's eyes and consciousness, the speed of Qiankun Ding is so slow that she can see the process of Qiankun Ding rotating inch by inch, and the complex patterns on the Ding's body slowly light up, and the complex font engraved on it is a pattern that symbolizes some kind of meaning.
She even had time to think about whether the process of Song Chensha being devoured by the Zhuxian Bow that day was the same, they only saw that Song Chensha disappeared into the Zhuxian Bow in an instant, and Song Chensha herself did have a slow enough time to remember everything in her thoughts, but it was not enough to get rid of and struggle.
Qiankun Ding floated towards the top of her head, Zhang Xiaohan's gaze also looked over, the space inside the tripod was deep and dark, but she clearly saw the storm inside, and the handwriting on the four walls was completely unknown as if some kind of information was transmitted, and this information was quickly poured into her divine consciousness, and the amount was so large that she couldn't fully understand it for a while, but she could clearly understand the meaning.
This is as an exchange for her sacrifice to the Qiankun Ding, the so-called "it is enough to die at the end of the morning", the corners of her lips hooked a sneer, I really don't know how many monks were deceived by this exchange of "it is enough to die at the end of the morning", and they were content to let themselves become the spirit of the immortal weapon, and they all their cultivation and divine consciousness and soul were enshrined, and there was no regret about supporting the immortal weapon refined by the Emperor of Heaven.
The speed of thinking is faster than the speed of anything produced, and when Qiankun Ding fell on top of his head, pouring the colorless transparent spiritual light towards Zhang Xiaohan in turn, Zhang Xiaohan's body suddenly emitted an extremely faint purple light, which blended with the colorless spiritual light released by Qiankun Ding extremely quickly.
"Ah" Ayasu couldn't help but let out a short exclamation, she suddenly understood Zhang Xiaohan's unscrupulousness, and her complexion suddenly became extremely difficult to look at.
Purple qi and colorless aura blended, this time Zhang Xiaohan only released purple qi, but his divine consciousness seemed to be withdrawn, and he began to comprehend what was infused by Qiankun Ding in the sea of consciousness.
There was a strange expression in Yi Frame's eyes, as if what he wanted to see, but it was difficult to comprehend, what he hoped for but worried and scared, his hand couldn't help but move, wanting to calculate or divination, but his hand only moved once, but it forcibly stopped.
He looked at Zhang Xiaohan's indifferent and dying face, and suddenly overlapped with the delicate and majestic face that used to be, and couldn't tell which one was the real Zhang Xiaohan for a while, in his opinion, this dying body should be the real Zhang Xiaohan, wise, fearless, but in just one or two years, can it really make people age in the flesh at the same time, and the experience will also improve to this There is probably no way back, and there is no need to retreat.
This time the time was completely reversed, in the moment that Zhang Xiaohan thought, in the eyes of others, it was simply unbearable, purple qi and colorless spiritual power were both blending and silent contest, as long as one side was weaker even a little bit, they were two completely different situations.
That's how heaven and hell are in the relationship.
The purple meaning on Zhang Xiaohan's face gradually faded, and she finally focused her divine sense on the Qiankun Ding above her head, although the Qiankun Ding was on top of her head, her senses seemed to be merging, she felt Qiankun Ding's strong desire to take her into her body, but the purple qi was resisting.
She looked up slightly, and finally opened the eye of heaven, and there was a black storm swirling in the sea, no one could see the sight of the eye of heaven, and no one could see what Zhang Xiaohan was doing.
The rotation of the Qiankun Ding suddenly stopped, and the colorless spiritual power seemed to retreat, and then it seemed that something terrifying was released from the Qiankun Ding, pressing Zhang Xiaohan with overwhelming momentum.
No one could see what it was, all they could feel was the terrifying suppression, even the blood in their bodies seemed to be unable to flow under this suppression, and their consciousness seemed to be condensed.
Only Zi Bing could still stare sideways, he couldn't read Zhang Xiaohan's feeling at this time, but he could feel the quietness and peace transmitted by Zhang Xiaohan, when everyone was suppressed by the momentum in the Qiankun Ding and was full of fear, Zhang Xiaohan was willing.
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